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"Bridegrooms,brides,and of their bridal cakes,' might come—

"I tell of times when husbands rule the roast, And riot in the joys of ' sugar'd toast;' 1 tell of groves, oic."

I am, Sir,

Yours rery respectfully,

I. J. T.

Naturalists' Calendar. Mean Temperature .... 50 • 60.

$rtobrr 18.

Death Of The Lottery.

If any thing can be believed that is said by the lottery people respecting the lottery, before the appearance of the next sheet of the Every-Day Book the lottery will be at an end for ever.

Particulars respecting the last moments of this " unfortunate malefactor," will be very acceptable if transmitted immediately; ana in order to an account of lotteries in the ensuing sheet, information and anecdotes respecting them are most earnestly desired.

Forced Notes In Shop Windows.

A newspaper of this day in the year 1818, contains » p~-trTMF* TMmcTn raa,*s tl,o .1. -. untent that prevailed in London, in consequence of a regulation adopted by the Bank of England at that time.

"The new mode adopted by the Bank, of stamping the forged notes presented to them for payment, and returning them to the parties who may have received them, has at least the good effect of operating as a caution to others, not to receive notes without the greatest caution. It has, however, another effect often productive of public inconvenience ; for such are the doubts now entertained as to the goodness of every note tendered in payment, that many will not give change at all; and the disposition to adhere to this practice seems every day to be getting more general. In almost every street in town, forged notes are seen posted on tradesmen's windows, and not unfrequently this exhibition is accompanied with the words • 'Tradesmen! beware of changing notes.' The operation of stamping the forged

notes, was at first performed by the banc. but now so arduous has this laboar become, that a machine is erected tfo>r t=purpose, and it would seem from t^» never-ceasing1 quantity of such paper is circulation, that it will be neceasanr t* erect a steam-engine, so that hundred may undergo the ooeration at once.'""


Mean Temperature ... 51 • "i 2.

®rtobrr 19.


"Garrick was, and Kemhle is no more"

On this day in the year 1741, tfci» "British Roscius," as he is emphatica'!*' termed, made his first appearance as — a gentleman who never appeared on a ay stage." A remarkable event, premising the revival of the drama, by Garnet, and its perfection by Kemble, deserve notice as a memorial of what " has been .-"" particularly as we have arrived at a pen* i when, in consequence of managers having been outmanaged, and the public tricked out of its senses, the drama «>erus to have fallen to rise no more

Leadenhallstreet, October, 1826.

Sir. The following is a copy of tlie

play-bill that announced the' first appearance of Mr. Garrick.

I am, Sir, yours truly,

H. B.

October 19, 174]. Goodman's Fields. At the late Theatre in Goodman's Fields, this day will be performed a Concert of Vocal and Instrumental Music, divided into two parts. Tickets at Three, Two, and One Shilling. Places for the boxes to be taken at the Fleece Tavern, near the Theatre.

N. B. Between the two parts of the Concert will be presented an Historical Play, called the Life and Death of King Richard The Third, containing the distresses of King Henry VI. The artful acquisition of the Crown by Kino Richard,

The murder of the young King Edward V. and his brother, in the Tower. The landing of the Earl of Richmond, And the death of King Richard in the memorable battle of Bosworth Field, being the last that was fought between the Houses of York and Lancaster. With many other true historical passages. The part of Kino Richard by a Gentleman.

(JVho never appeared on any stage.) King Henry, by Mr. Giffard; Richmond, Mr. Marshall; Prince Edward, by MissHippisley ; Duke of York, Miss Naylor ; Duke of Buckingham, Mr. Peterson; Duke of Norfolk, Mr. Blades ; Lord Stanley, Mr. Pagett; Oxford, Mr. Vaughan; Tressel, Mr. W. Giffard; Catesby, Mr. Marr; Ratcliff, Mr. Crofts; Blunt, Mr. Naylor; Tyrrell, Mr. Puttenham; Lord Mayor, Mr. Dunstall; The Queen, Mrs. Steel; Duchess of York, Mrs. Yates; And the part of Lady Anne, By Mrs. Giffard. With Entertainments of Dancing By Mons. Fromet, Madam Duvall, and the two Masters and Miss Granier. To which will be added a Ballot. Opera of one act, called The Virgin Unmask'd. The part of Lucy by Miss Hippisley. Both of which will be performed gratis by persons for their diverson.

The Concert will begin exactly at six


Naturalists' Calendar. Mean Temperature . . .51 • 10.

October 20.

Wuf.stling. A writer in a journal of this month, 1826,* gives the following account of several wrestling matches between men of Devonshire and Cornwall, on the 19th 20th and 21st of September preceding, H the Eagle-tavern-green, City-road. He says, " the difference in the style of wrestling of these two neighbouring shires, is as remarkable as that of the lineaments of their inhabitants. The florid chubbyftced Devon-man is all life and activity in the ring, holding himself erect, and offering every advantage to his opponent. The sallow sharp-featured Cornwall-man is all caution and resistance, bending

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himself in such a way, that his legs are inaccessible to his opponent, and waiting for the critical instant, when he can spring in upon his impatient adversary."

The account of the matches at the Eagle-tavern then proceeds in the following manner:—

The contest between Abraham Cann and Warren, not only displayed this difference of style, but was attended with a degree of suspense between skill and strength, that rendered it extremely interesting.—The former, who is the son of a Devonshire farmer, has been backed against any man in England for 500/. His figure is of the finest athletic proportions, and his arm realizes the muscularity of ancient specimens: his force in it is surprising ; his hold is like that of a vice, and with ease he can pinion the arms of the strongest adversary, if he once grips them, and keep them as close together, or as far asunder, as he chooses. He stands with his legs apart, his body quite upright, looking down good humouredly on his crouching opponent.—In this instance, his opponent Warren, a miner, was a man of superior size, and of amazing strength, not so well distributed however, throughout his frame ; his arms and body being too lengthy in proportion to their bulk. His visage was harsh beyond measure, and he did not disdain to use a little craft with eye and hand, in order to distract his adversary's attention. But he had to deal with a man as collected a3 ever entered the ring. Cann put in his hand as quietly as if he were going to seize a shy horse, and at length caught a slight hold between finger and thumb of Warren's sleeve. At this, Warren flung away with the impetuosity of a surprised horse. But it was in vain; there was no escape from Cann's pinch, so the miner seized his adversary in his turn, and at length both of them grappled each other' by the arm and breast of the jacket. In a trice Cann tiipped his opponent with the toe in a most scientific but ineffectual manner, throwing him clean to the ground, but not on his back, as required. The second heat began similarly, Warren stooped more, so as to keep his legs out of Cann's reach, who punished him for it by several kicks below the knee, which must have told severely if his shoes had been on, according to his county's fashion. They shook each other rudely—strained knee to knee—forced each other's shoulders down, so as to overbalance the body —*ot all ineffectually.—They seemed to be quite secure from each other's efforts, as long as they hot held by the arm and breast-collar, as ordinary wrestlers do. A new grip was to be effected. Cann liberated one arm of his adversary to seize him by the cape behind : at that instant Warren, profiting by his inclined posture, and his long arms, threw himself round the body of the Devon champion, and fairly lifted him a foot from the ground, clutching him in his arms with the grasp of a second Anteseus.—The Cornish men shouted aloud, "Well done, Warren!" to their hero, whose naturally pale visage glowed with the hope of success. He seemed to have his opponent at his will, and to be fit to fling him, as Hercules flung Lycas, any how he pleased. Devonshire then trembled for its champion, and was mute. Indeed it was a moment of heart-quaking suspense.—But Cann was not daunted; his countenance expressed anxiety, but not discomfiture. He was off terra-firma, clasped in the embrace of a powerful man, who waited but a single struggle of his, to pitch him more effectually from him to the ground.— Without straining to disengage himself, Cann with unimaginable dexterity glued his back firmly to his opponent's chest, lacing his feet tound the other's kneejoints, and throwing one arm backward over Warren's shoulder, so as to keep his own enormous shoulders pressed upon the breast of his uplifter. In this position they stood at least twenty seconds, each labouring in one continuous strain, to bend the other, one backwards, the other forwards.—Such a struggle could not last. Warren, with the weight of the other upcr. his stomach and chest, and an inconceivable stress upon his spine, felt his balance almost gone, as the energetic movements of his countenance indicated. —His feet too were motionless by the coil of his adversary's legs round his ; so to save himself from railing backwards, he stiffened his whole body from the ankles upwards, and these last being the only liberated joints, he inclined forwards from them, so as to project both bodies, and prostrate them in one column to the ground together.—It was like the slow and poising fall of an undermined tower. —You had time to contemplate the injury which Cann the undermost would sustain if they fell in that solid, unbending posture to the earth. But Cann ceased bearing upon the spine as soon as

he found his supporter goiotj in verse direction. With a presence of i unrateable, he relaxed his strain aponcrof his adversary's stretched letjs, forcn-- . the other outwards with all the migtr his foot, and pressing his elbow upon r»»opposite shoulder. This was sofScteBt r whisk his man undermost the instant Be unstiffened his knee—which WaireocVsS not do until more than half way to t£^ ground, when from the acquired rapt^ry of the falling bodies nothing was discernible.—At the end of the fall, Warren «a« seen sprawling on his back, and Cass whom he had liberated to save huxneiL had been thrown a few yards off on itfours. Of course the victory should ba»* been adjudged to this last. When uV partial referree was appealed to, he decided, that it was not a fair fall, as Obit one shoulder had bulged the groo&d, though there was evidence on the back of Warren that both had touched it picoy rudely.—After much debating- a new referree was appointed, and the old one expelled; when the candidates aeaia entered the lists. The crowning beantr of the whole was, that the second fal was precisely a counterpart of the other. Warren made the same move, only liiuaj his antagonist higher, with a view to throw the upper part of his frame out cf play. Cann turned himself exactly in the same manner using much greater effort than before, and apparently more put to it, by his opponent's great strength. His share, however, in upsetting his supporter was greater this time, as he relaxed one leg much sooner, and adhered closer to the chest during the fall; for at the close he was seen uppermost, still coiled round his supine adversary, who admitted the fall, starting up, and offering his hand to the victor. He is a good wrestler too —so good, that we much question the authority of " The Times," for sayine that he is not one of the crack wrestlers o( Cornwall—From his amazing strength, with common skill he should be a firstrate man at this play, but his skill is much greater than his counttymen seemed inclined to admit.—Certain it is, they destined him the first prize, and had Cann not come up to save the honour of hts county, for that was his only inducement, the four prizes, by judiciously matching the candidates, would no doubt hart been given to natives of Cornwall.

Blackford, The Backsword Player.

To the Editor of the Every-Day Book.

S ir,—Your correspondent C. T. p. 1207, having; given a description of "Purton Fair, my grandmother and father born there, the birth-place of Anne Boleyn, I feel interested in the spot of my progenitors. C. T., speaking of old "Cotey Dyne," the gipsy, says a man named Blackford was the most noted Backswordplayer of his day. He bore off the prizes then played for in London, Bath, Bristol, and Gloucester. When very young, at Lyneham grammar-school, I recollect this frontispiece despoiler broke fourteen heads, one after another; in the fifteenth hout, however, he pretty nearly found his match in the person of Isaac Bushel, a blacksmith of this place, who could bite a nail asunder, eat a shoulder of mutton with appendages, or fight friend or foe for love or money. It was a saying, "Bushel could take enough to kill a dozen men ;" nor was his head unlike his name: he was the village Wat Tyler.

When the Somerset youths played with the Wiltshire on a stage on Calne-grcen, two years since, one of Blackford's descendants gave a feeling proof of headbreaking with other heads of this bloodletting art, in which stratagem is used to conceal the crimson gush chiefly by sucking. Like fencing, attitude and agility are the great assistants to ensure success in backsword-playing; the basket is also of great service to the receiving of blows, and protecting the muscles of the wrist. The greatest exploits remembered at Pur

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Autumnal Feelings.

For the Every-Day Book.

The flowers are gone, the trees are bare,

There is a chillness in the air,

A damp that in the spirit sinks,

Till the shudd'ring heart within me shrinks:

Cold and slow the clouds roll past,

And wat'ry drops come with the blast

That moans, amid the poplars tall,

A dirge for the summer's funeral.

Every bird to his home has gone,
Save one that loves to sing alone
The robin;—in yon ruin'd tree
He warbles sweetly, mournfully
His shrill note comes upon the wind,
Like a sound of an unearthly kind;
He mourns the loss of his sunny bowers,
And the silent haunts of happy hour?.

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